That's him... and he doesn't even know it yet.
I spotted him across the bar. Unassuming yet attractive. I knew he'd work. He wasn't with anyone else and he wasn't getting a lot of attention. I stood up and crossed to the ladies room. Sashaying my hips against the lycra miniskirt. I made sure that he noticed me walking by. I was already feeling the heat of his attention. I could feel my cunt warming and getting moist at the thought.
I stood in front of the mirror of the ladies room and adjusted my double D's so that my cleavage was even more pronounced in the leather bustier I was wearing. I turned to look at my rear view. Not bad, I thought. It was a good thing I didn't wear any underwear tonight. It'd make things easier later. I headed back out to the bar.
As I scooted back into my seat, I noticed him watching. I purposely caught his eye, cocked my eyebrow and proceeded to cross my legs. I noticed his eyes moving down my legs. Just as his eyelevel caught my crotch, I un-crossed my legs, giving him ample view of my cunt. He was practically salivating. I turned my body inward to my boyfriend, Mark.
"I've found him" I whispered.
"Oh yeah? Is he hooked yet?"
"Yes. He's just enjoyed the view of my cunt I gave him."
With that Mark's big hand, which had been resting on my thigh, slid upward. I felt his fingers tease my clit. I pressed my breast to his chest and turned my head in the direction of the bar. Yes, my prey was watching. I could see he was getting aroused.
"I'm going to ride your hand till I cum all over your fingers" I whispered to Mark.
He then expertly fingered my cunt. I slowly and methodically rotated my hips. Making sure to feel the full extent of his fingers deep in me. Mark was a pro at this. He had my cunt gripped and his thumb was working magic on my clit. I could feel the walls of moist pussy begin to rumble. It wouldn't be long now and oh, oh... ohhhhhhhhhh... I was cumming. I pressed my tits to him tighter and he smiled his devilish smile. He ran his hand slowly up my thigh and then lightly caressed the top of my bulging cleavage. I could feel my juices still dripping from his fingers. He then ran his hand up my neck and grabbed my chin. I leaned in and he just pulled his fingers across my mouth. I lightly licked them as they ran across my lips. I could taste the remnants of my orgasm. I wanted his cock so bad.
I turned my head back to the man at the bar. He was still watching. We knew he would be. Mark instructed me to go get him. I did.
I walked over to the bar. I made sure to stand directly across from him. I was there to get him but to anyone else, I was just buying a drink. He was watching me, earnestly but not ogling. I liked that. Mark was watching too. From his vantage point, he could see my ass as I was leaning forward against the bar. I could feel a breeze on my still wet cunt so I knew exactly what Mark was watching. I looked across the bar. He was watching me too, from his perspective, he saw my breast leaning against the shiny enamel of the bar. We made eye contact. He smiled. Nice, I thought. I cocked my head ever so slightly, inviting him to come over. It worked well. I picked my cocktail up off the bar and by the time I turned around, he was standing in front of me.
"Think your boyfriend mind if we danced?" he asked
"I don't know, why don't you ask him?" I responded.
I started to head back to the table. I knew he was following me, I could feel his eyes watching my ass. He was getting a real show. Mark was smiling broadly as we approached and I winked at him while sliding back into my seat.
"Can we help you?" Mark asked.
